Saturday, July 12, 2014

Eloi Eloi Lema Sabachthani IV

Charles Wesley penned the words:
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, should'st die for me.

This is the incomprehensible moment in history when the Holy Son of the Heavenly Father was savagely ripped out of the bosom where He alone belonged. Isaiah 53 speaks to the moment by telling us the He made His grave with the wicked and with the wealthy in his plural death.  He dies once when He became sin for us, He who knew no sin; and then He dies a second death, when He dismissed His physical life with dignity and nobility and majesty as He commends His Spirit into the hands of the forsaking Father.

Mel Gibson and others have clarified for us the physical sufferings endured by our Savior. But I submit to you that as horrific the excruciating pain of crucifixion must be: the nails, the cruel wood, the whips and the crown of thorns could not combine to total the real horror of the darkness of history's darkest moment.  All things are held together by the Word of His power and in that moment all things were precarious: the angels cowered, the earth quaked, the darkness ruled as the cry Elio, Elio, lema sabachthani? rang out.

Jesus who was from the beginning Pros Ton Theon Face to Face with God, Jesus who through all eternity has enjoyed a perfect harmonious relationship with the Father, Jesus is now the accursed thing and is ripped out of the presence of the God whose arm is not short nor is His ear heavy.

Tell me how is it that Jesus agonized to be apart from the Father and I am so comfortable in my sin?

Why does He scream in anguish, and I hop out of fellowship as calmly as I would step off a curb?

Mitch Triestman

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